She tipped her gorgeous face up to me, a smile playing on her lips. “Feel free to chase me anytime, alpha. Just don’t expect me to make it easy on you.”
Now a growl ripped through my chest. “If you keep looking at me like that, my knot will never go down.”
The breath of her laugh tickled my chest as she settled against me. I wished I had a blanket or somewhere else soft and warm to settle her while we stayed knotted.
Next time.
We stayed perfectly still and relaxed, distracting ourselves by chatting about anything and nothing, until my knot loosened enough to slip out of her. I ran to grab napkins from concessions to clean her up, and did my best to right her clothes. The tights were a lost cause and I slipped them into my pocket as a little trophy.
We gathered up all our things and headed out the front door, only to find Lars and Easton sitting by the curb in a golf cart.
“Finn! You’re alive. We weren’t sure how far our omega would take her little revenge scheme,” Easton said. “Figured Olive might need some help dragging the body back.”
Lars cocked an eyebrow as he got out of the cart, clearly taking in our disheveled appearances. “I thought you were going to punish him, sweetheart.” His hands moved to Olive’s waist and for the flash of a second, I wanted to shove him away so I could keep her all to myself. But as quickly as it came, the urge vanished and gratitude filled me instead. This was what it meant to be a pack—to know that our omega wouldn’t have to walk all the way home after being fucked within an inch of her life in a dark, dusty movie theater hallway.
“I did,” she said primly. “And then he punished me back.”
Easton snorted, but his expression was all lightness. He pulled Olive into a big hug and whispered something in her ear that made her laugh. I stole her back to my side and the two of us slid into the back of the golf cart. I tucked her head under my chin and ran my fingers through her hair, unable to stop from touching her.
“Where did you even get this?” Olive asked, gesturing at the cart.
“Stole it from Stanley,” Easton said easily. “Although, is it really stealing when he left the keys in the ignition?”
“Yes,” Olive and I said at the same time, putting a grin on my face.
“Huh,” Easton said as if this was brand new information for him. “Well… any complaints?”
“Nope,” Olive responded. “I rather like this—riding in style.” Then she gasped and sat up straighter. “Oh my god! I never thankedyou all for my new bike. It just totally left my mind, but I appreciate it so much. I can’t believe you did that.”
Lars twisted to face the back. “What new bike?”
My cheeks heated. I hadn’t told the guys how I’d slipped away one day and purchased Olive a new bike. She had been using my ancient one from when I was a kid, and it wasn’t nearly good enough for her.
Olive blinked slowly and turned to me. “Finn?”
I rubbed the back of my neck and shrugged. “Yeah, well, you couldn’t keep riding the other one. It was all rusted.”
“But that was when you weren’t even talking to me,” she whispered, her brow furrowed, lips parted. “You didn’t evenlikeme.”
I wrapped her hair around my fingers, holding tight. “That’s where you’re wrong, pretty girl. You consumed me from that very first moment.”
There was a slight jolt in the golf cart as Easton maneuvered us onto the rugged path to the lighthouse. The path that was now lit with the solar lights I’d installed, the ones Olive was now staring at.
She turned back to me and put her hand around the back of my neck. “Thank you.” She whispered the words against my lips before pulling me into a deep kiss.
45
OLIVE
I ranmy fingers along the clothing rack as I walked down the aisle, my chest tightening with every step.
I’d been inside Star Styles—Starlight Grove’s only clothing store—for an excruciating twenty minutes. I’d circled the same racks over and over, as if what I needed would magically pop into existence if I made enough rotations. The guys surprised me this morning by saying they wanted to take me out on a date. Afancydate, according to Easton. Which meant I needed fancy clothes.
“Can I help you?”
I let out a startled yelp and whirled around to find the shop assistant right behind me. She was a young beta dressed in an adorable cream sweater dress and a name tag that identified her as Emma.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” she said with a laugh. “I didn’t mean to scare you. I just wanted to see if I can help you find something.”
