Page 25 of Knottily Ever After (Crescent Lake Cozy Omegaverse #1)

Chapter Twenty-Four

Quinn

W aking in the morning with a naked Violet wrapped in my arms is the definition of near-perfection.

The only thing that would have made this morning better was if Ben and Vaughn were here, too, the three of us holding and comforting our Omega, coaxing her awake with our purrs and tantalizing touches.

But that morning will come.

Vi needs to find her way with each of them separately, and then we can find our way together.

I look over at the nightstand and grab my phone slowly, so I don’t disturb Vi.

Shit. I’m late.

Well, not late to open the gym, just late for my morning workout routine. Although, I guess last night was enough workout for me to skip my routine this morning. Or, do a shorter workout before I open.

I do not want to leave this snuggle.

Vi’s face is buried in my chest, her auburn hair pushed back off her face, peaceful and serene. I can’t help but run my fingers over her brow, down her cheek to her jaw.

Her scent had been so overwhelming last night, more than I’d ever scented from her before. But still not as strong as it should be.

If it had been, there would probably be no stopping Vaughn and Ben from rushing in.

Though they probably had to fight their instincts enough from the noise we made.

A smug grin settles on my face at the thought, and I really should be a bit more courteous and less self-satisfied, but fuck. They should be happy Vi and I had sex last night.

I could feel the shift in her thought process while we were joined, as if I had a glimpse into her brain, and it was surreal. I don’t know if that’s normal for packs, but I definitely liked seeing a bit of what she was thinking.

But not all of it.

I won’t bring it up to her yet, but I felt… heard… her think about how I was the first Alpha to ever knot her.

And while that made pride swell inside of me, it also enraged me.

Violet is a beautiful Omega, wonderful and smart woman, and no one has satisfied her in the more than thirty years of her life. Not even her ex.

What the fuck is wrong with that guy?

He had Vi. Was going to marry her. Apparently, he never treated her right.

Vi stirs in my arms, and I press a kiss to the top of her head, drawing a contented sigh from her.

“Hey,” she says, voice soft and groggy.

“Hey, yourself.” I give her a lopsided grin when she looks up at me, a bit shy.

“Did you… sleep well?”

I laugh, pull her closer. “I slept like a rock. So much so, that I’m late.”

She starts, leaning up and away from me, which I hate. “Oh no, what time is it?”

I shake my head at her. “Don’t you worry. It’s just after five. I’ll be able to shower and open up on time.” I put my finger to the tip of her nose. “You, on the other hand, should get more rest.”

She laughs, a warm melody enveloping me. “Yes, I think I do. Sex with you has been the biggest workout I’ve had in years.”

I huff out a laugh, but on the inside, I am jumping for joy.

I’ve satisfied my Omega, and nothing could make me happier.

After a quick shower, I head to the fitness center and open for the day.

I’d chosen the name Golden Fitness for entirely self-centered reasons.

Ever since I was in school, I’d been a sports and fitness fiend. I played every sport I could until I got to college and had to make a choice, and decided football was my game. Wide Receiver.

Anyway, I’d been called “Golden Boy” since grade school, always excelling and winning at sports and fitness events.

But also because of my hair.

So, when I bought this empty storefront and converted it into a gym, I had known for a long time what I was going to name it.

I check over all the equipment to make sure it’s clean, turn on all the electronics and lights, then sit at the front desk instead of hitting the treadmill for a jog, my mind preoccupied with thoughts of Violet and how to convince her to stay with us.

I don’t know if it will take a lot of convincing after last night—and I don’t say that with my ego.

Okay, not only my ego.

But that connection I felt with her while we were locked together made me catch a few wayward thoughts, including how she felt “right” thinking she belonged with the three of us.

And damn it, it should feel righter than rain for us all to be together. To love one another.

Love.

Shit. That’s one hundred percent the truth.

I am in love with Violet Marshall.

I whip out my phone and start typing a text to Vaughn and Ben.