Page 19 of Knot Broken
“Hey, we want to do this for you.” My voice softens, but the conviction remains. “We have the means to make sure you have everything you need to be happy. You’re our omega, Violet. We provide for you. That’s not just instinct—it’s what we want to do.”
Her lips part, eyes widening as the words sink in. That look of awe on her face is so fucking beautiful it steals the air from my lungs.
“We want you,” I continue, my fingers twitching where they rest on the steering wheel. “And I’m hoping that one day, you’ll want to bond with us because that’s what we want. To have you, in every way. But even if that takes time, we’re not going anywhere.”
Her lips tremble like she’s fighting back words she’s too scared to say. My eyes search her face, tracing the delicate line of her jaw and the curve of her cheeks before dipping lower to take in the way her dress clings to her body.
She looks like a fucking dream. That deep purple velvet dress hugs her soft curves, the rich color making her skin glow, her purple curls a wild mess of beauty that makes me want to bury my hands in her hair and never let go.
“You’re beautiful, Violet. And we are so damn lucky to be your mates.”
Chapter Five
Jex
May 22nd
12:04 P.M
“You don’t even know me,” she whispers, like the words hurt to say.
I huff out a low, humorless laugh and reach back, gripping her waist and hauling her tiny frame into the front seat before she can even squeak out a protest. I settle her right on my lap, her knees falling to either side of my thighs, her warmth pressing against me in a way that’s going to drive me insane if I think too hard about it.
Her mouth parts in shock, but I keep going. I need her to hear me. Really hear me.
“I know you scrunch your nose when Dare teases you,” I murmur, letting my hands rest lightly on her hips. “I know you give Fox these soft, adoring looks when you think no one’s paying attention.”
She opens her mouth to protest, but I don’t give her the chance.
“I know your shoulders relax every time I touch you. Like I’m grounding you. I know you mutter to yourself in the middle of the night when you get a glass of water every night.”
Her eyes widen, lips twitching as if fighting a smile.
“I know you love the color purple—every shade of it. I know your best friends are your whole world, and you’re worried about your friend Odette. We haven’t met her yet, but you’ve mentioned her enough times for me to know she matters to you. But you’re not too worried because you trust the man watching over her. Henry, right?”
A little nod, her expression dazed but alert. Good.
“I know you’re the cutest gothic mate ever, and you call yourself a ‘black cat girlfriend,’” I continue, smirking when her cheeks turn pink. “I laughed like hell when I looked that up.”
“Of course you did,” she mutters, but there’s a smile tugging at her lips now.
“I know your fingers twitch when you get the urge to paint. It’s been three days, Violet, and I’ve paid attention to every single moment. You think I don’t know you?”
“Well now he’s just making us look bad,” Dare grumbles from the backseat, but the warmth in his tone says he’s not actually annoyed.
I glance over and see Fox smirking, shaking his head like he can’t believe what he’s hearing.
Violet swallows, her gaze searching mine. “I take it back. You know a lot about me. But... I still stand by the fact that you don’t know me. Not all of me.”
“Then help us learn,” I say softly, my voice a low rumble. “Help me know everything about you. The good, the bad, the things that scare you and the things that make you smile.”
Her eyes glimmer with something hesitant but eager. She leans forward, her lips brushing softly over mine. It’s like she’s testing the waters, seeing if I’ll pull away.
As if I could ever.
A groan escapes me, deep and guttural, as I grab a fistful of her hair, my fingers tangling in those wild purple curls and deepening the kiss. She tastes sweet, her lemon frosting scent clinging to my tongue and making my entire body tighten with want.
Everything else fades away. It’s just her—soft, sweet, and fucking perfect against me.
