Page 26 of Knot Enough (Fruity Omegas #1)

S orren

Lydia and I had little time to ourselves.

It was the same with Gabriel and me, but I would remedy that later.

Right now, I was focused on getting time with Lydia before her heat kicked in.

It was getting close now. Her moods were becoming more and more random, with bouts of panic, sadness, and excitement.

Gabriel had stolen clothes from us for Lydia to use in the nest. I’ve also glimpsed her stealing blankets from the living room and pillows from our beds.

None of us said anything, finding it adorable how she wanted our stuff in her nest.

Since the beach incident, Lydia hadn’t wanted to go outside. We all respected her choice and would support her when she wanted to go outside again. For now, though, I planned to steal her away and take her to my room for a movie night.

I cracked the door to the nest open. Inside, I found Gabriel brushing Lydia’s hair at the foot of the nest. I took several seconds to enjoy the sight before me.

“Lydia, can you come here for a second?” I asked. Lydia and Gabriel looked at each other and then at me.

“Sure.” She replied, getting up from where she was sitting. She looked at me curiously before walking over. Once she was close enough, I opened the door entirely, dipped my hands down, and picked her up in one swift movement. She yelped in surprise but let me take her out of the nest.

“Hey!” Gabriel yelled from behind me. “Give her back!” I giggled and sped up to my room.

I set Lydia gently on her feet before turning around and locking my door.

Gabriel had managed to catch up to me. It was too bad he was a few seconds too late.

He wiggled the door knob a few times before complaining loudly and walking away.

“What was that about?” Lydia asked with a smile on her face. I moved over to her and pulled her to me.

“I wanted to steal you away,” I muttered before giving her a little nibble on her shoulder. She giggled at the feeling.

“What’s the plan now?” She asked, pulling away from me. I guided her to my bed .

“Movies and lots of cuddling.” I declared. Lydia settled onto the bed, and I moved to the other side to lie behind her. I grabbed the remote from my nightstand and handed it to her.

“Whatever you want,” I said, pulling her body closer. She wiggled a bit and got more comfortable.

“You sure?” She teased. “I could put something god awful on.”

“Do your worst.” I rebuked. I rubbed my nose against her neck, enjoying the scent of strawberries and cherry blossoms coming from her.

She hummed as she scrolled through the options.

She went to several platforms before she finally decided on a movie.

It was a musical about one of the aspects of our history.

Overall, it wasn’t bad, but it had one too many songs for me.

Lydia, however, loved the movie and sang almost lyric to lyric with the other actors.

It made me wonder how many times she’s watched this movie.

At one point, she managed to get me to sing along with the characters.

I pulled us so my back leaned against the wall, and her back leaned against my chest. I kept my head on top of hers as we continued watching the movie.

The end credits started to roll for the third movie we watched when I decided to take Lydia’s courting present out from under one of my pillows. It was something small, but I’m sure she would like it.

“Here, I got something for you,” I said, placing the bag on her lap. I couldn’t see her face, but her scent turned sweeter.

“Really? You didn’t have to.” She commented but started to open it anyway.

Omegas tended to like presents and gifts from their pack.

I heard paper being moved and rustling of the bag.

Eventually, I heard a small gasp come from Lydia.

I pulled her closer to me so I could gaze at my gift from over her shoulder.

It was a pair of thigh-high purple socks.

Gabriel mentioned that her favorite color was purple, and ever since I saw her socks when we went to the hockey game, I’ve wanted to get her a pair of stockings to wear around the house.

“Do you like them?’ I asked. Her scent gave her away, but I wanted to hear it from her mouth.

“Yes! I love them. They're so soft.” She squealed and held them up to get a better look at them. I looked down at her. She was wearing a pair of shorts and a large t-shirt that smelled vaguely of Gabriel.

“Good, we can put them on now if you want,” I suggested. She looked thoughtful for a moment.

“I’ll do that.” She said excitedly. She went to move out of my lap, but I held her tighter.

“You need to let go of me so I can put them on.” She giggled. I rubbed my nose along her ear .

“Hmmm, no, I’ll put them on for you.” I declared, taking the socks from her and unfolding them. She looked at me with wide eyes and a slight blush but said nothing else.

I purred in satisfaction before grabbing her left leg.

My movements were deliberately slow as I glided the sock up her leg.

I had to hold back a groan at the little touches I got to feel of her skin.

She is soft, almost like silk. I would touch her all day if I could to continue feeling her smooth and silky skin.

Once I finished putting one sock on, I noticed goosebumps trailing along her thighs. Her other thigh reacted the same way.

Her thighs with the socks on looked like something out of one of my erotic dreams. Thigh-high socks were always a turn-on for me, but seeing them on Lydia made me want to convince her never to take them off.

Lydia moved to lay her back against the bed. Her body was spread over my sheets like a goddess while she looked up at me. I moved my body over hers with our eyes looking into each other.

“Do you like them?” She asked, moving one of her legs along my thigh. I’m sure she could smell my scent deepening at her motion.

“I think you know that I more than just like them. I love them.” I told her with a husky voice.

I didn’t want to scare her, but if we didn’t stop soon, I would start kissing the life out of her.

She giggled and trailed her hand along my neck and down my neck till she stopped at my shirt.

I kept my eyes on her, wanting to memorize every expression on her face.

She rubbed her thumb along the edge of my shirt, looking thoughtful.

I tried to smooth the wrinkles on her brow away, but I remained where I was.

Something was eating at her, and I wanted her to feel like she could trust me with whatever was going on in her mind.

“Gabriel is your scent match.” She stated. I nodded.

“He is, but you already knew that,” I responded. My eyes moved along her face, taking note of every freckle I could see. Her eyes narrowed more.

.

“What does that mean for us?” She asked, her voice low and hesitant. My eyes drifted back to her.

“Lydia, what are you asking?” I asked. My face formed into a frown. Her eyes darted away from mine.

“I mean, why on earth would you even be interested in me? Any of you, for that matter. I can’t give you one of the most important things in an omega and alpha dynamic.

What else could I possibly do for you to make you want a relationship with me.

” She mumbled out. Her scent was turning bitter from the worry and doubt.

I was pretty sure a part of this was coming from the fact her heat was close, but bringing that up would only disregard her fears right now.

“Can I take your clothes off?” I asked. It was out of pocket, but if I was going to prove my point, I needed to do this. Her eyes returned to mine. Confusion filled her eyes, but at least she stopped going down her dark rabbit hole. She nodded.

“You can, but please keep my underwear on.” She told me.

I nodded, intending to follow her command.

Dipping my hand under her shirt, I enjoyed the feeling of her stomach against my hand.

I took my time gliding the shirt off of her.

This scene had played in my dreams for days now and I wanted to enjoy every second of it.

A dark purple bra revealed itself with a lacy pattern over top of it.

Once the shirt was off Lydia, I threw it across the room.

“Did you wear this for me?” I asked, rubbing my thumb gently against the lace. Her face reddened more at my words.

“No, I just like lingerie.” She admitted.

“Maybe we should make a new pack rule where you can’t wear anything around the house except lingerie.” I mused, out loud. Lydia’s eyes widened in mock horror.

“Please don’t, I like wearing your clothes.” She admitted. A jolt of lust coursed through my body, but I ignored it. Her enjoying this experience was much more important than my pleasure.

“You're right. I like seeing you in my clothes. Fine, just to bed then.” I decided.

Before Lydia had a chance to object. I moved my hands from her bra to her shorts.

They were longer than I would have liked, but I made quick work of taking them off.

I tossed them away too and stared down at Lydia.

Her skin had the same pale tone throughout her body.

She had freckles in many different places.

I wanted to kiss every one I found in my own little game.

I wanted to take a picture of her like this, waiting for me, and save it as a wallpaper on my phone.

“You mentioned not being able to provide us with anything since Gabriel is here,” I reminded her. She nodded, her eyes darkening again.I leaned my body so I could slide my hands along her thighs and legs, enjoying how full they were.

“For starters, being in a relationship isn’t about what the other person can provide.

” I started. I moved her thighs on top of my shoulders and started to trail a line of kisses on them.

“It’s not healthy for one person to be doing more than the other, but that isn’t what’s happening with us, Lydia,” I said firmly. I started kissing her other leg.

“Sex should be something both parties do because they enjoy it. If you don’t, we won’t even consider asking you something like that.” I continued as I put her legs down and moved up her body.

“I want to kiss you, touch you, spend time with you simply because I love your company and personality. I'm sure pretty soon I’ll be in love with you. I feel the same way about Gabriel. Both of you make up my world, my life, my goals, and passion. It’s early, and I wanted more time to convince you, to woo you, but these are my feelings, Lydia.

Our relationship isn’t about what you can and cannot provide; it's about enjoying the company of people we want in our lives.” I declared.

Lydia’s eyes were filled with tears, threatening to let themselves go.

Instead of waiting for her to deny what I was saying, I leaned down to her neck and started sucking.

I could feel the vibrations of Lydia’s whine as I continued to another spot.

She placed her hands on my chest but didn’t try to stop me.

I repeated the process of finding a spot and sucking until both sides of her neck, shoulders, and chest were covered in hickey marks.

At this point, a line of tears had started down Lydia’s face. I was happy to find her eyes held no sign of disbelief.

“You look beautiful, covered in my marks, Lydia,” I commented, rubbing my thumb along the last one I did. Her throat was still tight from her tears, but she giggled nevertheless.

“Possessive, much? I’m going to have trouble wearing tank tops in public.” She complained. I growled at her words.

“You're not allowed to hide these away,” I commanded, putting a little pressure on one of the marks. Not enough to hurt her, never to hurt her, but enough to prove my point. She whined at my action, and her scent deepened. I chuckled and lowered my mouth to her ear.

“You like me being possessive, don’t you?” I teased, nibbling at her ear. She tried moving away, but I grabbed her chin lightly, holding her face in place. I watched for any signs of fear or displeasure from Lydia, but none of that came through.

“Okay, okay, okay, maybe a little.” She admitted, pushing me away from her. A smile of pleasure appeared on my face. I tightened my grip on her and moved both of us so we could face each other while lying in the bed.

“Damn right. You and Gabriel are ours. No one else can have you.” I declared before pulling her closer to me.

“Now, let’s start another movie. I, for one, look forward to having you all to myself tonight.

” Lydia didn’t say anything but moved even closer to me.

I wrapped my arms around her and buried my face into the crook of her shoulder as I waited for her to choose another movie.

When the telltale signs for a movie didn’t come I looked up from her neck to see her staring at my wall littered with movie posters. I could feel my face redden.

“You must love movies.” She said, She slipped out of arms to look at the posters more closely.

“Yes, I didn’t leave the house much as a kid, so I watched a ton of movies with Finn and Graham.

I loved seeing the heroes win and the villains lose.

” I told her. I wrapped my arms around her and stood with her to look at the posters.

She was currently studying one with a superhero with hands on his hips standing on top of a skyscraper.

“Why movies though? You could have taken up a sport or something.” She asked her attention fully on me. I returned my gaze to the poster .

“My dad was a film critic, so we had plenty of movies stored away at home. Instead of books we had shelves full of CDs. Despite how tall I was when I was younger the other kids weren’t so nice. Especially when I became friends with omegas more than alphas.” I explained.

“Is that why you became a movie director to make movies that would help people?” She asked. I nodded my head, grateful she didn’t ask about the bullying. If she had asked I would have told her, but the sordid stories I would have to tell her was something I didn’t want to pollute today with.

“Yeah, cliche I know, but as long as I can help people through my movies, I think I could live my life with very little regrets.” I explained.

Lydia hummed and continued to stare at the poster until I pulled her and I back on my bed.

She laughed as I tickled her sides and she rolled over to face me.

“Just so you know. Sometimes, people like cliches, especially me.” She said before kissing me lightly on my lips.