Page 40 of Knot For Keeps

“Oh god no, I would be wanting to throw people off a cliff far too fast.”

“I agree, even though I don't have that much tolerance. Also I’m sure there's already a cult with death by cliff. You would be terribly unoriginal.”

“Well that’s just not acceptable, I’ll have to go back to the drawing board.”

“I’m sure you’ll come up with something,” Lavender chuckled, leaning over to grab her water bottle. The movement made her shirt ride up, exposing the smooth expanse of her stomach. Just an inch more I would have been blessed with some delectable underboob.

“So…” I started, my voice sing-song. “How would you like to do something a little more fun?”

She turned to me, a quizzical look on her face. “I’m not opposed to it, but I feel like this may be a slippery slope. What do you consider fun?”

“That would be telling!” I jumped off the bed, striding over to the wardrobe. I grabbed jeans and a large oversized hoodie belonging to Gage. There were so many items of our clothing in her wardrobe, and it gave my alpha a sense of joy. “Put these on! We are going outside.”

Lavender sat up straighter, far more alert than she had been second ago. “Outside?” she asked.

Now that I thought about it, she hadn’t actually left the house once since we’d brought her here.

“Yep, outside. I need to change into something more suitable. Meet me in the kitchen in ten.” she nodded. Her face was brighter than before. She was excited. Her scent was sweeter, a surefire sign she was happy.

I was easily going to be the favourite.

* * *

She was downstairs before me, sitting at the kitchen island with a soda in hand. As soon as I entered the kitchen she beamed at me.

“You seem excited,” I observed playfully.

“It’s been a while since I’ve been outside.” She admitted.

“Nature lover?”

“Not usually, but I do like to go out occasionally, touch some grass. Be one with the trees. It’s good for balance, or something like that,” she smirked at me.

Oh, sweet girl.What I had planned was far from balanced. “That’s all good, but sometimes, you gotta get that rage out!”

“Rage?” Her eyebrow quirked up. “I suppose so, everyone needs an outlet.”

“What’s yours?” I asked, plucking the soda out of her hand and taking a large sip. She glared at me, but there was no heat in it. She rarely finished a full can—so I was actually helping her.

“Usually some kind of exercise class.”

I grimaced. That wasn’t anywhere near good enough!

I nodded at her to follow me out the back door. She did without a word, and we made our way down the gravel path for five minutes to the large grey, unassuming garage that served as my fun room.

“So…what are we doing?” she asked, her voice wavering a little as she looked around. The area did look a little creepy, like I was taking her to my lair, which I kind of was—but in a good way?

“I’m showing you how I relieve stress.”

“That sounds…dirty.” Her nose scrunched as she spoke and I couldn’t help but smile.

“If only! Nah, this is a whole other kind of physical.” I opened the garage door and Lavender gaped at the room in front of her.

“Uh… What is this?”

The room probably looked insane to those who didn’t know what it was. Gage had the idea to build me a rage room last year when my mood swings got out of hand and lifting weights and running just wasn’t enough of an outlet. There were smashed plates, several kitchen appliances in various states of destruction and even a few bits of household furniture.

Lavender took a few tentative steps into the space, passing me with a waft of sweet vanilla and lavender that made my mouth water. Fuck, I bet she tasted amazing.

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