Page 34 of They Love Me Knot (Starsfalls Omegaverse #2)

“N-no, no problems. I just…there’s something I should tell you. But I didn’t want to bring it up right away because I’ve been so excited for our date. And work did run long, but I promise I was trying to hurry so I could get ready and meet you on time.”

I take her hands, stopping her from tearing up her paper cocktail napkin.

“I’m not upset you were late. You can tell me anything, kitten. I don’t want to interfere with your work, I know it’s important to you,” I say, stroking the back of her soft hands .

That settles her down, and she exhales shakily.

“Okay. Well, I—around the time I met you, I met a few alphas, and they also asked me out too. I wasn’t sure about going out with them…

but there is some kind of connection between us.

I don’t know if things will go anywhere with the alphas, and you and I haven’t talked about exclusivity or anything, but I wanted to tell you about them. ”

Daphne leans even closer to whisper, “I haven’t been with them like I have with you though.”

That makes me grin, pleased I’m special to her.

I squeeze her hands reassuringly.

“Thanks for telling me. Does that mean you don’t have a pack already? I never asked you.”

“No, I don’t. I wasn’t seeing anyone until this past week,” she says.

“I know omegas typically have at least a few alphas, that doesn’t bother me. I just want to be included, if you’ll have me.”

“Of course I want you!” Daphne says, loud enough that more than a few heads turn our way.

She catches the eye of an alpha at a nearby table, and he smirks, but she quickly looks away. The alpha seems to mistake her blush of embarrassment for one of interest, and I stare him down until he finally looks away from our table with a curl of his lip.

I forget about the other diners as Daphne continues, “I’m not giving you up for them. I just wanted you to know I’m seeing other people too.”

“I’m happy to share, as long as they make you happy,” I say.

Daphne smiles sweetly at me, and the tightness in my chest finally dissipates.

I am happy to share her for as long as she wants me. I still fear being pushed out by another alpha, but that’s no reflection on Daphne, it’s my own insecurities. My packmates have never given me cause for concern, so hopefully I won’t have issues with these other alphas.

“I’m really happy I’m with you, Feliks,” Daphne says.

“Me too, kitten,” I say roughly, kissing her knuckles.

I can’t get the words out to explain how much I like her. Omegas are more sensitive to other people’s moods and emotions, so I hope she can somehow sense how much I care.

Despite her reassurance, I still don’t mention my packmates.

If Daphne’s already dating a few alphas and I try to bring in four more, it might overwhelm her and make her run.

If we slowly get to know each other, I can ease into telling her about my pack without spooking her.

We’re already on the larger size for a pack, and if she wants to bring these other alphas with her…

The conversation moves on to lighter topics, so I put off this issue for another day.

I tell Daphne as much as I can about myself without letting on that I have a pack, starting at the beginning.

My first good memory as a kid was seeing a motorcycle speed by on the dirt road outside my house. I was fascinated with the skill of the rider and his ability to go anywhere with something like that.

Eventually a motorcycle worked its magic for me, and I escaped the tiny rundown town I grew up in.

I found a motorcycle shop in the next town over and pestered the mechanics into teaching me everything they knew. Once I learned the basics, I earned money by doing repairs for others. I built my first bike using parts from the wrecked ones.

I moved on to other shops after they taught me all they could, and that became my habit over the years. I only stopped when I found my packmates, but I don’t tell Daphne that part yet.

She listens intently, not put off by my humble beginnings.

Dinner goes by fast, and I’m so engrossed in our conversation, I don’t feed Daphne again or watch her eat (I stare a little, and my cock stays hard, but most of my attention is on our conversation).

When the server comes by to see if there’s anything else we need, Daphne mentions the dessert menu before I can ask for it. I agree we’ll need dessert.

Daphne grins at me. I’ve done my research, I know not to deprive an omega of sweets. Or salty.

She chooses yellow raspberry panna cotta, lavender strawberry chiffon pie, and caramelized peach and thyme tart.

When Daphne picks up her fork to start on the pie, I can’t resist any longer. I put my hand on hers, and she pauses.

“May I?” I ask, picking up my fork.

She looks surprised. Daphne must not have realized how much I enjoyed feeding her the oysters.

“Um, sure if you really want to.”

“I would love to.”

She seems to get it this time, dropping her fork with a clatter and opening her mouth.

I groan, gripping the fork hard and scooping a piece of the chiffon.

I carefully hold it up, and Daphne closes her lips around it, sliding the pink filling off and leaving the fork clean.

My cock pulses, wanting to be the next thing she wraps her mouth around to suck clean .

I feed her piece after piece, putting the pie in Daphne’s eager mouth. She watches me the whole time, and by the time it’s gone, we’re both breathing hard.

I’m barely holding on, and that’s only because we’re in public and I don’t want to share Daphne with strangers. Otherwise, I would already be across the table with my tongue in her mouth and her hands on my cock.

But I can’t ask her to come home with me. For several reasons that I don’t remember.

I move on to the panna cotta, trying to think of where I can take Daphne after this.

Daphne moans after a particularly large bite, her eyelashes fluttering.

“Are you full, kitten? Do you want to get out of here?” I ask.

Daphne licks her lips. “I’m ready to go, but I’m not full yet.” Her eyes flick down to where my cock is hidden under the table like she can sense it straining for release.

The server glides up with a to-go box, putting the untouched tart in along with the remaining half of the panna cotta.

He must have been waiting for us to leave. I hope we weren’t making too much of a scene.

I put enough bills down to cover our meal plus a generous tip.

I take Daphne’s hand and grab our desserts, holding them in front of me on the way out.