Page 37 of Knot Their Valentine

By the time I’m a trembling mess against the counter, I can barely hold myself up. Lach bends down and swings me up into his arms before taking me to a small bathroom. Thewhite tiles gleam under soft lighting, and the sight of my naked paint-covered body has me giggling as he braces me against the counter.

“You were fucking amazing, Little Muse. Let me clean you up and get you fed.” The satisfaction in his Alpha scent has me sleepy with content. He makes quick work of removing the paint before dressing me back in my clothes.

An Omega could get used to this.

“Didyou sleep in this nightgown just to tease me? Naughty Omega.” A deep voice pulls me from sleep, and I blink, finding Lachlan sitting beside me on my bed.

Cae was home early tonight and made all of us delicious fish tacos. I was nervous about how he and Quin would react to my scent, but both men couldn't keep their hands off of me. It was hot as fuck.

I roll onto my back, blinking the sleep away, wondering if I’m dreaming. Did I conjure Lachlan because I’m horny? His hand slips into the top of my silky pink nightdress, cupping my breast. The sensation forces me to gasp, and I arch. This can’t be a dream, it feels too real. Too good.

“Fuck, these are perfect. So damn perfect.” His thumb caresses my nipple over and over, drawing little whimpers from me. “I just came to bring you a little gift.” Lachlan leans down, giving me the softest, sweetest kiss that ends too soon, along with his touch on my skin.

“Gift?” I ask breathlessly.

“Chocolates,” he says, pressing this kiss to my forehead. “A dragon plushie.” A kiss to my nose. “And…” He reaches behind him on the bed and holds up a sweatshirt that’s been scent marked by him. I moan, reaching out to snatch it from him. We’re treading dangerous waters here.

He’s giving me his clothes, something that Omegas often want for their nest as a way to have the comfort of their Alpha’s scent. The plushie too since it’s covered in his and Quin’s scents. The chocolates are because Omegas are notoriously obsessed with sweets. “Good girl,” he says, when I pull the sweatshirt over my head. Instincts are a bitch sometimes.

Well, all the time.

They make resisting desires damn near impossible. Like right now. Why can’t Lachlan be my Alpha? There was a reason…

“Sleep well, my naughty Little Muse.”

It’s not until I wake up in the morning, surrounded by Lachlan’s scent, that I realize my mistakes. But they don’t feel like mistakes when they feel this good.

How am I going to survive the pack date?

Chapter Ten

“Oh my god!” I stare wide-eyed at the indoor ice skating rink. Outside the rink's acrylic walls, I can see the shadowed seating where some people sit watching the skaters. I’ve never been to one before. I’ve never even seen one. This place is enormous. “The outfit you picked makes more sense now.” I chuckle, and Quin blushes.

“I wanted to make sure you were comfortable.” He shrugs, pulling me over to him and under his arm.

When he suggested I wear a pair of white tights and this flowing pink and blue skirt with a tight long sleeve pink shirt, I was confused. Then the massive winter jacket he pulled out confused me even further. I was also given matching ear muffs and gloves.

Every item is new and fits me perfectly. A gift from Quin. I look cute, and I feel cute, but best of all, I really enjoy the way the guys are watching me. The way that the skirt swishes around my thighs draws their eyes right to my ass.

I left the puffy white winter jacket unzipped, so they can see the tight pink shirt under it.

Quinton wore dark gray sweatpants that are cuffed at the ankles, a black t-shirt, and a fleece-lined, black jacket over thetop. His curling black hair is held back from his eyes by a dark gray beanie, and matching gloves finish off his look.

Lachlan is wearing a similar outfit but with black pants, a navy blue top, and gray jacket.

Caelum decided to go with jeans and a long sleeve black shirt with a black jacket.

They all look handsome as hell.

Their scents are so strong and intoxicating that I almost think they're wearing enhancers.

I still haven't gotten my hands on scent blocking spray, and I'm starting to think I never want to.

Dangerous thoughts.

“I'll go rent the skates, you Omegas go sit,” Caelum says, pressing a kiss to Quin's head and then one to my cheek before walking off.

“Come on, you two.” Lachlan leads us to the row of bleachers and cubbies so we can sit and change our shoes.

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