Page 113 of Knot Their Safe Haven

"Find what you were looking for?" she asked, voice rough despite her attempt at nonchalance.

"Absolutely," I confirmed, wiping my mouth with my napkin while maintaining eye contact. "Delicious."

Her cheeks flushed deeper, and she pressed her thighs together, probably still feeling aftershocks. I reached across the table and took her hand, thumb stroking over her knuckles.

"You did so well," I murmured, just for her. "So quiet, so good for me."

"You're going to pay for that," she promised, but her eyes were soft, satisfied.

"I certainly hope so." I brought her hand to my lips, kissing her palm. "But first, dessert? I believe they have excellent pie here."

She laughed, the sound bright and genuine. "You're insatiable."

"Only for you," I admitted, meaning it completely. "Only ever for you."

The waiter appeared as if summoned, and I ordered pie with ice cream, playing the perfect gentleman while Velvet's taste still lingered on my tongue. She watched me with dark eyes, promise and retribution swirling in their depths.

I couldn't wait to see what my omega would do to get even.

The afternoon sun slanted through the windows, painting everything gold, and I thought about seventeen years of wantingthis woman. None of my fantasies had come close to the reality—Velvet Morclair, spread out like a feast in a public diner, trusting me enough to let go.

"What are you thinking?" she asked softly.

"That I'm the luckiest bastard alive," I answered honestly. "And that we should probably get back before Alexis sends a search party for leaning into her date time."

"Five more minutes," she bargained, squeezing my hand. "I'm not quite ready to share you again."

God, me neither my Omega.

"All the time you need," I promised, meaning it. "We have forever now."

The pumpkin cheese cake arrives, and we shared it like lovers do—stealing bites, laughing at nothing, hands intertwined across the table. To anyone watching, we were just another couple enjoying a late breakfast.

They had no idea I could still taste heaven on my lips.

She turns her head, our faces so close I can count individual eyelashes.

"Promise?"

"I promise,” I vow,” Like I also vow to explore every inch of you until you forget other Alphas ever existed once we get alone time again."

She’s red in seconds.

"Bold claim."

"Factual statement."

We're frozen in that moment, sexual tension thick enough to photograph, when familiar voices drift from the main dining room.

"—told you they'd be here?—"

"—owe me fifty?—"

"—both owe me hundred?—"

The twins and Alexis appear in the doorway, looking like they've coordinated outfits to within an inch of their lives. Burnt orange for Dante, deep brown for Damon, and Alexis in cream that makes her look like autumn's queen.

"Are we interrupting?" Alexis asks with a smile that says she knows exactly what she's interrupting.