“I think you should wear my scent for the rest of the day,” she says.
I grin up at her, thinking that she might just give Forrest a run for his money with her possessiveness. I eat it the fuck up.
If there was an award for the luckiest Beta on the ship, I’d win it. The more I think about it, we should totally have a superlative list for the cruise goers. Claire would get all the Omega awards, so maybe it’s not fair.
“I’ll wear it forever if you want,” I tell her honestly and she leans forward and kisses me.
She’s got me completely wrapped around her finger, and there’s literally nowhere else I’d rather be.
“What do you have planned for the rest of the day?” I ask her.
“Well, it’s the last day before everyone comes on the boat from Miami. Maybe some exploring if you’re interested?”
“I’d be honored,” I tell her and she smirks.
“I’m just going to go clean up,” she states before heading over to the bathroom.
I grab my shorts and tuck my dick away, wondering how the fuck this all happened so quickly, but I’m certainly not going to complain.
It’s all for the best anyway, that we’re intimate before her heat. I’m probably getting way too ahead of myself, planning our future around this Omega, but it just feels right. It feels likethose moments you hear from packs who’ve been together for decades, when you know you know.
All I know is that Omega is going to be ours and I’m willing to do whatever it takes to show her that we’re worthy enough.
“This isn’t exactly what I thought you meant by exploring the ship,” I say as we walk into the spa.
“Are we not exploring?” Claire asks. She’s got this fluffy white robe wrapped around her and when she slips it off her shoulders, showcasing her olive green bikini, I’m nearly biting my knuckles. “Why don’t you grab us some water?”
She lays down a towel and lies back on the heated stone chair that overlooks the front of the ship. This part of the ship is open to all designations, but we seem to be the only non-Alpha patrons at the moment.
I keep a close eye on her as I grab two glasses of fruit-infused water and head back to where she’s relaxing.
She smiles at me when I hand her the water and all I want to do is touch her and please her. Forrest has his scent, a huge driving factor to why she would be so attracted to him, beyond how big and sexy he is.
Me? I have my charm and devastatingly good looks that I need to put to use. So, I move, sitting at the end of her chair and putting her legs in my lap, massaging her calves and feet.
She laughs but doesn’t stop my movements.
“Isn’t this usually what men have to do to convince someone to suck their dick?” she jokes and I shrug.
“Not looking for anything in return. I just want to make you feel good,” I tell her honestly and it makes me wonder if that’swhy she’s never been a big fan of giving oral, because it always felt like an obligation or a trade.
“You’re pretty freaking good at that.” I swear she nearly moans as I work out the muscles in her leg.
“Athletic massage was always a big part of the routine.”
“What was it like? I mean, you did what? Three winter games?”
I smile at her, continuing my massage. “It was amazing, some of the best times of my life. I’m proud of what I accomplished. Honestly? It’s weird being retired. I don’t know what to do with myself.”
Her dark eyebrows furrow.
“So instead of finding a new job, you decided you needed to find a pack instead?”
“Something like that. I already told you pack life was part of my plans, but being with Forrest, I realized he needs an Omega, too.”
Claire hums and looks at me for a long moment.
“You two seem like a good fit.”