Page 33 of Knottily Ever After (Crescent Lake Cozy Omegaverse #1)

Chapter Thirty-Two

Vaughn

W hat the hell is wrong with me?

There is no planet in any universe where I would speak to Vi like that. Or my pack brothers, for that matter.

There was this… haze. It came over me the moment I saw them all together in the kitchen. When I’d thought about how she’d chosen both of them, and not me.

She’s known me the longest. Maybe only by a day, but that doesn’t make it hurt any less.

Not that she owes me a thing. I just… I thought we were all going to be a pack. What if she doesn’t like my scent? Or… me?

Maybe I was wrong. About everything.

There’s a light rapping on my door, and as much as I don’t want to answer it out of embarrassment, I have to.

When I do, Vi is there, as I knew she’d be. She looks up at me, concern in her green eyes that makes my chest ache.

“May I come in?”

I nod and step aside for her to enter, but leave the door open as I move further into the room than her. She gives me a look I can’t quite decipher before closing the door herself.

“I’m sorry.” My voice is so soft I can barely hear it myself.

“Are you feeling better now?”

I frown. “I’m not feeling like I did a few minutes ago.”

“Good. Let’s talk, Dimple.”

My back straightens. “What did you call me?”

“Dimple,” she replies with a shrug. “You have a really hot dimple on your really hot face.” She purses her lips. “My first nickname for you was ‘Hottie,’ but I changed it when I saw you smile.”

My mouth opens and closes a few times, sort of like a cod, and I clear my throat with a blink. “I, uh… don’t remember you ever calling me those things.”

She gives a thoughtful nod. “I guess I never said them aloud. Only in my head when I was thinking of you.”

“Thinking… of me.”

She hums in the affirmative. “Did you think I never thought of you?”

I swallow. “I… don’t know.”

Violet tsks me and steps closer, always looking up into my eyes. “You should know I think of you all the time. Just like I do Quinn and Ben.”

“Then… why?”

“Why what?”

“Why did you choose them over me?”

Shock flashes across her face. “Is that what you really think?”

Yes. “I’m not sure.”

Sorrow fills her eyes before she closes them for a moment and says, “I didn’t choose them over you.

” Those emerald irises peer up at me. “You’ve been working long hours, then you’re exhausted and go to sleep right after dinner.

” She steps toward me again, and my heart gives a hard thud in my chest. That wildflower bouquet of hers envelops my senses.

“I haven’t had the opportunity to spend time alone with you, Vaughn. You haven’t been here.”

I haven’t been here.

Flashes of late nights downstairs, covering shifts, feeling like a zombie, all flood my mind, and there’s a zing in my brain, like a jolt of electricity.

“There you are,” she sighs before rising on her toes, leaning into the crook of my neck and inhaling deeply. My entire body shudders as the air whips across my skin. “You smell like you again.” She leans back. “Do you realize now what really happened?”

“I wasn’t here.” I swallow hard as I hold her gaze. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here with you.”

Her smile is sad. “We need to find you help at the bar.”

“I’m going to start asking around tomorrow,” I tell her with strong conviction coursing through me. “I won’t let this happen again.”

“Good.” She pops back up on her toes and presses her lips to mine in a firm but chaste kiss. “Until then, I’m going to help you during your shifts.”

I blink down at her, brow drawing tight. “You don’t have—”

Her finger presses to my lips, a polite way of telling me to shut up. “I want to,” she says. “I want to spend more time with you, no matter where, or what we’re doing.”

A hum of agreement vibrates my throat and chest, and Violet leans in again, pressing her mouth to mine. Her tongue swipes across the seam of my lips, and I’m done for, opening my mouth plundering hers, probing her tongue with languid strokes until she’s the one moaning.

When she pulls back to speak, it’s only an inch. “Vaughn, I want you. I always have and always will. But only if it feels right to you, too.”

There’s strain in her voice, like she’s holding something back, unseen. And it tears at my soul that she thinks she can’t let go with me.

I speak as slowly as I can manage, ensuring she hears every word I’m about to say. “Violet. I have been in love with you since the moment you stepped into my bar. You have been in my every waking and dreaming thought since that day.”

Tears swim in her emerald eyes, a small smile plays on her lips. “I love you, Vaughn. I know now that I always have, even if I didn’t realize it at first.” She shakes her head. “I wish I’d never taken those suppressants.”

I smooth the auburn hair at the top of her head, letting my hands fall to her shoulders. “That isn’t your fault. You didn’t know the true side effects.” My head tilts. “And I’m pretty sure you never imagined leaving L.A. to find three Alphas who want to sweep you off your feet.”

Her laughter is like bells, melodic and joyful. “That was not on my Bucket List, no.” Her eyes shine when she smiles up at me. “But I’ve never been so grateful. Finding you three… I can’t even describe how happy I am.”

She doesn’t need to. I feel it in every spec of my being, that happiness, mirrored and enhanced. She can’t possibly know how much finding her has changed our lives for the better, but I know I need to show her.

I run my thumbs across her cheeks, tilt her head back, and lean in, capturing her lush mouth with mine, dipping my tongue between those lips, slow and lovingly.

She sighs against my mouth, grips my wrists tight, and leans into me.

As much as my instincts scream to tear our clothes off, take her hard, fast, possessive, I fight against it with every remaining bit of sense I have left.

This is about more than taking her, claiming her. This is about loving her.

And I only have one chance to do this right for the first time.

With her wildflower scent threatening to fog my brain, I take a calming and centering breath through my mouth, letting it out slow as I peer down into her questioning gaze.

My hands glide down her face, neck, shoulders, grip her breasts gently but firmly before I squeeze, coaxing a sigh from her wet lips.

Then my hands drop to the hem of her shirt and pull it over her head, letting her hair swirl around her face with the motion, and I brush it aside with care, place a gentle kiss on her forehead.

Those pale globes are held in place with a simple, dark purple bra—violet, like her name. And I have to swallow the saliva pooling my mouth.

Her hands settle on my chest, and my purr is automatic, deep within me and reverberating.

She slowly unclasps the button at my neck, then the one below it, all the way down to the bottom until my shirt is completely undone.

And with delicate care, she dips her hands beneath the parted fabric, slides it off my shoulders, tosses it to the floor.

Violet’s eyes lock on my chest, then fall to my stomach where she bites her lip. “Shit, Dimple,” she whispers. “I knew you had to be muscular under that button-up, but damn.”

The glint in her eye is admiring, and teasing. A swell of pride overwhelms me.

She likes what she sees, and I couldn’t be happier for it.

I dip down and place an open-mouthed kiss on the swell of her breast, and she sighs, grasps my hair, and pulls me into her flesh where I roll my tongue and suck.

I don’t miss how her back arches, how her covered nipple seeks my mouth, and I chuckle before moving to her other breast. She lets out a small whine, a protest, but I have waited for this moment so long, dreamed of it.

I want it to happen as I’d envisioned. As I’d dreamed.

I kiss between her breasts, trail my way down to her naval just above the waistband of her pants, which are blessedly loungers with an elastic band, thin enough for me to scent the slick forming between her thighs before seeing the wet spot there.

My cock reacts immediately, straining to be free of my slacks, pushing against my zipper.

Not yet.

I pull those pants of hers down her hips, down her thighs, and freeze when I realize she’s not wearing panties beneath the flowing cotton.

Fuck me.

My head shoots up to look at her face, her expression theatrically innocent, biting her lip to suppress a smile.

“Naughty girl,” I breathe against her flesh, and she moans, her hips jerk toward my face.

“I’ll be as naughty or good as you want,” she whines. “Anything for you.”

I swallow hard enough to nearly bite my tongue.

This woman… she’s perfection.

“Is that right?” I stand up, peer down at her.

Her head is nodding yes, big eyes locked on mine.

Through my mind swim visions of spoiling her, doting on her, shopping sprees and vacations, eating her pussy while lounging poolside, fucking her in a dark corner at the club.

My naughty vixen. My good girl.

A growl builds in my chest and mingles with my purr. There’s so much I want to do to and with Violet, it’s overwhelming.

But we have time. We’ll do it all, so help me.

“Be a good girl for Daddy, and remove that bra.”

Her breath hitches at the word “Daddy,” those eyes glazing with lust, and I know for sure we are meant to be.

Slick drips from her pussy, down her thighs which she squeezes together as she unclasps her bra and tosses it to the floor.

“Good girl,” I croon, soothing and melodic, and she whines a little louder. “Help Daddy with his pants, Baby Girl.”

She gasps and moans, fingers flying to my button, unzipping my pants and sliding them down.

When her face is level with my cock, straining behind my boxer briefs, I step out of my pants and kick them aside.

That’s when she rubs her face against my covered cock, breathing in deep, her hot breath making my muscles twitch and drawing a sigh from me.

“Lie on the bed, on your back. Legs spread and bent.”

Violet scrambles to her feet and does as I instruct while I remove my underwear and turn to look at her from the bedside.

Her hair is fanned across my pillows, breasts heavy, nipples taut, a wet spot already forming on the bed between her bent legs.

Her eyes are trained on my cock as I move to the foot of the bed, and then crawl onto it, siding between her knees and resting my lower abdomen on her pussy before taking one nipple into my mouth, drawing an animal cry from her.

The head of my dick settles between her ass cheeks, every move I make sliding her slick across that tight hole and my cock, driving my instincts insane.

I swear that my dick is curving upward, seeking its way into her ass.

That’s when I pull back with a groan, calming my breathing as I sit on my knees between her legs.

“Daddy?” she breathes, blinking up at me with those beautiful eyes. “Please, fuck me. I can’t wait anymore.”

And I’m doomed.

With a groan, I hook one of her knees around my arm and notch my cock at her entrance with my free hand. In one gliding movement, I fall to her body and slam my cock into her tight, hot, pussy, my hips flexing up into her.

She cries out, grabs at my back and my hair as I take the side of her neck into my mouth, wanting so badly to give her my mark permanently, but settling for sucking the skin there hard enough to leave a different kind of mark.

I roll my hips against her, slide my cock out, then back in, keeping our chests connected and rubbing with each thrust. When her other leg lifts, I catch it, spreading her legs wider, holding her knees, and fucking so deep, I can feel her cervix bumping against the head of my cock with each thrust.

Slow and sensual was my intention, but the deeper I slide into her wetness, the tighter her channel grows, and control flies out the window. I growl and purr, release her neck, but keep my head there to intoxicate myself with her scent.

Then, I fall into a rut.

The feeling is so foreign, the haze overwhelming me as I fuck harder and harder.

Her pussy squeezes my cock, strangling it as she screams and comes all over me.

But it isn’t enough. I’m nowhere near done.

I rear up with a roar, lift her hips with me as I continue to pound into her pussy, her whines filling the room along with her moans of pleasure, the slick, wet slapping of our hips.

She comes again, squeezing me even tighter, her slick spilling all over my pelvis, my thighs.

The haze becomes a roaring in my ears, an insatiable desire, an uncontrollable instinct. I slide out of her pussy, grip her ass cheeks and spread them before slamming into her tight, puckered hole. No preamble, no stretching, no care.

In the back of my mind, the little sense I have left is horrified, but Violet… my good Baby Girl… my perfect Omega… is crying out in pleasure, bucking against my assault as I fuck harder, drive deeper into the tight, seemingly endless void of her ass.

There’s no bottom here, and I can fuck as deep and hard as I want.

And I do.

Gods help me, I lift my Baby Girl up and spin her with my cock still inside her ass, then flatten her onto her stomach on the bed, holding her cheeks wide open as I rut, and she cries out in ecstasy, whining and squirting slick.

I fuck and fuck until there’s a shift inside me, like a strike of lightning, like rolling thunder, and my back bows on an ear-piercing roar.

My come pours from my cock, shooting deep inside her ass as my dick pumps without my hips moving, my orgasm turning my vision black for so long it nearly sends me into a panic.

But as my knot swells inside her ass, my vision returns, and I realize my heart is racing like crazy.

“Violet,” I breathe, voice barely there.

What have I done?

“Are you all right?”

Her back bounces as she huffs out a laugh, actually gives me a thumbs-up with her face in the pillow. Then she turns her head to say, “That was amazing, Daddy. Just give me a little time to rest, and we can do it again.”

Holy fuck. I am the luckiest man alive.