Page 64 of Knot My Luck

Her eyes flutter open briefly, and she turns her head slightly, just enough to meet my gaze. There’s a softness to her features now, a kind of peace that wasn’t there before. “You’re staring.”

“And I won’t apologise for it, beautiful.”

“What are you thinking about?” she asks, her voice hushed, barely audible over the quiet hum of the engine.

I smile, brushing a lock of her hair behind her ear. “You. All the ways I’m going to spoil and love you. How you might like to decorate your nest.”

Her lips quirk upward, and she settles back into my shoulder with a content sigh.

“I think I’m getting used to you staring at me,” she teases, her voice laced with something I can’t quite place – fondness or affection, maybe, or maybe even love.

It’s too soon to be thinking about the L-word, but damn if that’s not what I’m feeling. Why wouldn’t it be? I loved Devlin my whole life, finding out she’s my mate has only solidified that love. But we’re working on different timelines I guess, though I’m sure she already knows how I really feel, thanks to the bond. I’m not shy about letting her feel me. I want to make up for lost time.

I chuckle softly, my thumb tracing the back of her hand. “Good. It’s hard not to. It’s just…hard to believe you’re real when you’re so perfect. Hard to believe that you’re here. With us. At last.”

She looks up at me again, her eyes soft but searching. “Do you really think I’m real?”

Lorcan’s hand finds hers, squeezing gently, and I catch the way he watches her, too – his gaze full of the same awe, the same gratitude. There’s something about our connection to her that feels like it’s been a lifetime in the making. It’s natural. Effortless.

“Yeah,” Lorcan says quietly. “You’re real. And you’re ours.”

The words settle between us, and Devlin’s breath hitches slightly, but she doesn’t pull away, doesn’t seem uncomfortable. Instead, she wiggles closer, leaning into the warmth of Lorcan’s side, her hand tightening around mine.

“Alright you bastards, quit hogging my omega. I want a turn,” my brother grumbles, getting to his feet and crossing the aisle towards us.

“Youromega?” I challenge, raising a brow and smirking at him.

“Ouromega,” he corrects before adding, “not that you’d know it with the way you two keep monopolising her time and attention, rubbing yourselves over her so damn much you’ve almost drowned out her scent with yours.”

“I can’t help it if I’m the favourite twin,” I reply with a grin.

“Yeah, and I scent matched her first,” Lorcan adds.

“One of youmove,” Cathal growls, growing impatient with our teasing.

Lorcan chuckles and swaps seats with my brother, who immediately slips into the vacated space and wraps himself around Devlin. She doesn’t seem to mind a bit as she giggles at whatever he’s whispering in her ear.

I look out the window, letting the silence stretch, my mind spinning in circles. The world feels like it’s moving in slow motion right now. We’re in the air, but I can feel the weight of everything that happened behind us, and the weight of what’s coming. But for now, I just want to hold her, keep her close, and let that suffocating fear of losing her fade into the background.

Devlin’s voice cuts through my thoughts, soft but steady. “I’m glad it’s you three.” She shifts slightly, her fingers finding the hem of my shirt, tracing absent circles against my skin. A soft, involuntary purr starts in my chest. It vibrates against her fingertips, and she hums, pressing closer like shelikesit. “I don’t know if I’d have been able to do this with anyone else.”

The words hit me like a wave – one that crashes and pulls me under, but in a good way, like it’s washing away the last remnants of doubt. My heart stutters in my chest. I didn’t realise how much I needed to hear that until just now.

“Same,” I agree, my hand reaching up to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. “We’re not going anywhere.”

Cathal’s hand is resting on her leg, a silent promise, but he adds, “You’ve got all of us, a rún. You’re not alone anymore, Embers.”

I feel her take a deep breath, and when she speaks, there’s a quiet determination in her voice. “I know.”

A sense of calm washes over me then. There’s something incredibly grounding in her acceptance, in her ability to trust us this way. I finally get it. I get her. I get us.

Lorcan notices, his eyes darkening, and he leans in, brushing his lips against her temple. “You know what you do to us, Devlin?” His voice is rough, edged with something possessive.

She smiles against my skin, the curve of it soft, pleased. “I’m starting to figure it out.”

After that the flight drags on, but the four of us are content in our silence. Every once in a while, I feel her shift, her head turning slightly, eyes closing as if she’s drifting. And it’s all I can do to stay right where I am, holding her, not wanting to let go.

But soon enough, the plane begins its descent, the sudden shift in motion pulling me back into the moment.

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