Chapter 13
Wells
Claire is making the best fucking sounds while I eat her out and I’m nearly about to come in my shorts.
When she was possessive of me in front of that other Omega, I was ready to tell Forrest to bond us both right then and there. I don’t care how quick it all is, with Omegas everything moves at the speed of light.
And this one? She’s ours.
The revelation of her last name doesn’t mean shit to me. Though maybe it will matter to Forrest; he’s not big on being in the spotlight. It doesn’t matter where she comes from, or why she got on the ship, all that matters is we can convince her to leave at the end of this trip with us.
She tastes so fucking sweet on my tongue.
I could tell that she needed some release.
Maybe her heat is closer than she thinks and I couldn’t be more happy that we’re already on her list to help her when she needs it.
The idea of having some other stranger in there with us has me losing focus for a moment, but I quickly pick up the pace.
Claire is panting, her perfect, full breasts rising and falling with each breath as she tangles her fingers in my hair and shifts her pelvis against my face, taking what she wants.
I’m obsessed with her.
I want to take care of her, I want to please her, I want to be owned by her.
She’s Omega perfection in every way and she would be the heart of this pack. She would be everything.
“Right there, don’t stop. Please, Wells,” she says, her eyes meeting mine as she watches me eat her pussy.
I’m grinding against the lower half of the couch and can feel a bead of pre-cum against my underwear. My dick is just going to have to wait until I watch her shatter against my tongue.
Her pouty lips part and she throws her head back as her grip on my hair tightens and she falls apart. Her thighs clamp against my face as they tremble with aftershocks of her release.
Slick coats my tongue and chin and I can’t get enough. She’s softly panting as she urges me up her body. I kiss and suck her tit in my mouth before my face is level with hers.
She uses her fingers to swipe the slick that’s glistening on my chin and presses her fingers softly against my lips. I lick her fingers clean before coming down for a kiss.
Her tongue meets mine as she tastes herself on me, and I groan into her mouth. We don’t have to do anything more than what we just did; it was my pleasure, but what I wouldn’t do to calm down my throbbing cock.
“My turn,” she says, pushing against my chest.
I dumbfoundedly, and obediently, move so that I’m sitting on the couch and watch as this goddess sinks to her knees before me.
“I don’t do this very often,” she says, grabbing the waist of my shorts.
Her tits are still out, her bunched up dress pushing them up; they look unreal.
“What?” I ask, my brain not computing everything that’s happening right now.
Claire clears her throat while her fingers are still gripping my shorts.
“Head. I don’t give head very often,” she says, while yanking at my shorts harder.
I follow her wordless command, lifting my hips up so she can tug them down, my cock springing free.
“If it’s not something you like, you don’t have to,” I tell her.
“Oh, I like it just fine,” she says, grabbing the base of my shaft. “But I don’t get on my knees for just anybody, ya know?”
Before I can even reply, her lips wrap around the head of my cock and she’s sucking. My body nearly caves in on itself with the sensation as a surprised pant slips past my lips.
“Fuck, I’m not going to last long,” I tell her.
She hums around my cock like she knows the power she wields in her perfectly manicured Omega hands.
I’m not sure what feels better, the way her warm mouth is wrapped around me or the fact that this isn’t something she usually does.
Yet she’s doing it for me, the Beta she outright claimed for the entire pool deck to see.
Claire doesn’t hold back, like her goal is to make me come as fast as possible. She comes up for air, her tongue swiping against the leaking tip before she moves back down, taking me all the way to the back of her throat.
A slight gag slips out of her, but she keeps going. Her cinnamon cake scent is so fucking thick in the room, and knowing that she’s turned on while doing this to me is what sends me over the edge.
I wasn’t going to last long anyway, but I can’t hold back as I whimper, lightly grabbing the back of her head as I pump my cum into her mouth.
Claire swallows it all, torturing me with one more lick before leaning back on her knees and smiling at me.
“You like how fast you made me finish, huh?” I joke and she lightly bites her lip.
“It seems only fair,” she says, tucking away her exquisite breasts.
She stands up, and I grab the back of her thighs, having her stand between my legs. Both of us taking a glance at my cock that hasn’t gone down yet. I knead her soft flesh as she pushes my hair back.
“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 like those 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’s why 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.”
“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. S?rensen 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.”
Forrest’s brows furrow and I know his mind is taking him to the worst case scenarios.
“It’s nothing bad, it’s just, well, our beautiful, delightfully high maintenance Omega is an heiress to a billion-dollar fortune.”
Forrest makes a deep grunting noise, not even commenting on what I just said as he stands up.
“I’m going to go shower and get ready for tonight.”
“No comments on that new piece of information?” I ask.
“It changes nothing. She’ll tell us why she didn’t say anything when she feels more comfortable.”
“It’s unbelievably annoying when you’re the levelheaded one,” I complain.
He smiles, kisses my head, and walks over to the shower. Could this really be the foundation of our pack? A lumberjack hotelier, an Olympic gold medalist, and a charismatic goddess of an heiress. It almost sounds too good to be true, but I’ll be damned if we don’t make it happen.