“Yeah, but you seemed to fit pretty well in between us last night too,” I say and she picks up her foot and presses against my chest, pushing me down the length of the chair jokingly.
“I think I have my hands full with you,” she says.
“I hope you do,” I reply, kissing her instep, making her laugh.
A throat clears next to us, as a big Alpha who smells like cardamom sits next to us. He doesn’t ask if the seat is taken, just takes up space like he owns it. There have to be about fifteen empty stone chairs and he chose that one.
He has his phone out and I swear he has it angled toward Claire.
“Can we help you?” I ask him, and he quickly lowers his phone.
“Well, I couldn’t help but gravitate toward the delightful smell of you and your Omega. How many Alphas are you looking for in your pack?”
Claire rolls her eyes, just lying her head back and closing her eyes, ignoring him completely.
He fucking hates it, and he makes some sort of huffing noise.
“What the fuck is the point of all these stuck up bitches coming on this ship if they don’t want to actually meet packs?” he asks, standing up.
“Maybe you need to take a deeper dive internally to answer that question,” I say calmly, before he stomps off toward the sauna.
Claire places her leg back on my lap. “No one told you to stop,” she says easily, like the brief altercation didn’t happen.
“Yes, ma’am.”
“I liked the way you handled that too, by the way. I find the best way to get under entitled Alphas skin is to be indifferent. It always seems to piss them off.”
“You make a habit of pissing Alphas off?” I ask her with an arched brow.
“Only when they deserve it,” she replies with a wink.
Hook, line, and sinker. I’m gone for this Omega.
After spending the day together, I take Claire back to her room to get ready for dinner. She leans against the frame, looking so fucking beautiful. Her skin is a little flushed from the sauna earlier, her hair in a wild bun on the top of her head, and I like seeing her like this.
She’s gorgeous done up, but I really like seeing her relaxed and carefree.
“See you soon,” I say, leaning down and giving her a kiss. She holds me there for a moment and she has to feel this energy between us too, right?
There’s no way I’m alone in this.
“See you tonight,” she agrees before going back to her room.
The walk back to my room leaves me feeling energized, but also confused about some parts of the Omega I’m looking to court. She didn’t mention what that other Omega said once the entire day we were together, and I didn’t bring it up either.
Of course, I recognized her last name. Sørensen Enterprises was a huge sponsor throughout the Olympics; they’re a multi-billion-dollar corporation.
As soon as I walk into the room I’m greeted by the glorious view of Forrest sitting on the couch jerking off. His strong forearm works back and forth. No doubt the scent of what Claire and I did in here earlier sent him over the edge.
“Need a hand with that?” I ask.
As soon as the question spills out of my lips, so does Forrest’s release.
His breaths are labored, and he’s still sweaty from spending most of the day at the gym. He leans his head back against the couch and groans.
“What did you do with her in here?” He grabs a towel to clean up his cum as I sit next to him.
“All I can say is she tastes unreal,” I joke, but then sober up for a moment. “I learned something about Claire today, something she doesn’t seem to want us to know.”