Chapter 7
Madi
Tuesday
Fuck, I’m ready for this trip.
My resolve to end things with Hunter had disintegrated in the wake of my symptoms, and the promise of relief was too tempting to ignore. I love my cozy apartment, but being stuck there all week feeling miserable? I’d go a little stir crazy.
Harper is watching Bellini and I get to ride out my faux heat on the sandy beaches of Greece.
I only have two bags with me. A small rolling bag which has all my clothes, shoes, and my smallest bikinis for Hunter’s eyes only.
I tried to pack light, so my beach bag, a handwoven straw tote, has everything else.
My makeup, toothpaste, toothbrush, skincare, as well as medication for my cramps if Hunter’s cock doesn’t do the job.
My much-needed scent blockers are at the top of the bag. Six pills inside a pink French macaron pill case.
Is it kind of shitty of me to let him take me on one last lavish vacation before I never see him again?
Probably, but the idea of sitting alone in my apartment experiencing this faux heat by myself seems terrible.
I really don’t want to spend the next week fucking myself with a dildo that does little to satisfy my carnal urges when I have an alpha who adores me ready to take the pain away in the Mediterranean.
Plus, I’m going to be so damn horny and Hunter will be gifted with all of my affections on this trip, which will keep away the cramps, vomiting, and nausea I had this morning from not having an alpha around.
We’re going to have a great time.
I probably should have asked more questions, like where we’ll be staying and how we’ll get there, but I’m so damn tired.
My brain is foggy from my headache and my limbs are heavy, temperature fluctuating between freezing and feverish.
I’ve barely slept and I just know one hit of an alpha scent will make me feel so much better.
The omega car service takes me to the private airport we’re departing from and I try to nap a little on the ride there, but it’s useless. I’m too uncomfortable in my own skin right now.
When I arrive, Hunter rushes down the stairs of the private jet waving at me, jumping the bottom three steps. He’s so freaking cute when he’s this excited. Like it’s Christmas morning and I’m the biggest present under the tree. When the car finally stops, I step out of it and launch myself at him.
The second I inhale his alpha scent, my body relaxes, the pain in my head fading. I can’t smell him exactly. My scent blockers severely limit my ability to smell any alphas, but my body recognizes what he is on a biological level, and that’s exactly what I need right now.
He grabs a handful of my ass and my body lights up. Once we’re at our destination, I’m locking us in our hotel room, if I can wait that long.
The alarm on my phone goes off. Take scent blockers. I click the notification off. I’ll take them when we’re in the air.
“Let’s get you to the beach, babycakes,” he exclaims, picking up my bag.
Thankfully, our pilots are immediately ready to take off.
I wait until we are in the air and cleared to move about the cabin before taking Hunter’s hand and pulling him into the far end of the plane.
There’s no one in sight when he sits down first and pulls me down into this lap.
“Miss me already?” he asks with a confident grin as he pulls up my white cotton dress, hands roaming under my bra to play with my breasts. “Or parts of me, at least.”
I laugh at that, unbuckling his pants and freeing his cock. “Something like that.”
He kisses me. It’s rough and makes me moan as he slides my panties to the side so he can fuck into me.
It’s quick and frantic—exactly what I need right now.
He looks up at me with such affection while I grind against him, demanding an orgasm to chase away this faux heat for just a little while longer.
I bounce over and over again, the stretch of him pure pleasure.
My first orgasm comes quickly, but I don’t stop.
He holds me close as we enjoy each other among the clouds in the early morning light.
When I finally come for the second time, I start to slow the roll of my hips.
He brushes my sweaty hair out of my face.
“Are you okay?”
I don’t want to lie, so I nod and kiss him, picking up my pace so he can come, too.
Hunter groans with his release inside of me, but lifts me up slightly so his knot is pressed against but not in me.
He holds me while we wait for it to go down, his soft purr vibrating against my chest, trading lazy kisses.
Once we’re done, we clean up in the bathroom.
Now that I have been fucked, the omega side of my faux heat demands to feel cared for.
Just being with Hunter is enough for my body to rest now.
My headache is gone and my body feels lighter, but I am still exhausted.
For the entire first half of the journey, I sleep curled next to Hunter, my head on his lap, waking up only briefly when we land to refuel.
Hunter keeps his hand on my back, rubbing in circles, his purr helping me sleep.
He makes sure that I drink a bottle of water, eat a few crackers, and have a few sips of ginger ale before I lie back down against him on our plushy couch.
My dreams are chaotic and stressful, but I can’t recall what happened.
When we touch down, Hunter purses his lips together with worry, but tries to hide it with a strained smile.
“Just a touch of bad weather,” he says, the plane door opening.
“Nothing to worry about.” A gust of wind swirls my hair around my face and we’re met with a dark gray sky.
Anxiety coils in my chest, my dreams of a peaceful beach vacation fizzling away.
I didn’t even think to check the weather, even though as a seasoned traveler, I know better.
When he said to bring bathing suits, I figured it would be warm and sunny.
Hunter squeezes my hand. “We aren’t staying here on Santorini, we’ll need to drive to our dock and take a boat to where we’re going. We’re heading to a much smaller island.”
No matter what happens, at least I’m not going to have to cook for myself, and even just lying in bed with Hunter watching movies all day will make the hectic travel worth it. I can only hope there’s no thunder and lightning—unfortunately, my childhood fear has never really left.
This storm will probably last a few days—I can smell the rain coming in the air.
I follow Hunter to where our driver is standing next to an open car door, ready to take our bags.
The trip isn’t very long, but even the driver looks a little concerned when we pull up to a private dock.
A thirty-foot yacht seems to be waiting for us.
It’s a beautiful boat, clearly very expensive, but it rocks against the waves a little too much for my liking.
The wind is even stronger here and goose bumps pepper my skin.
Hunter must be able to sense my fear, because he wraps his arms around me.
I look up at him, my head resting against his chest. “Maybe we should get a hotel for the night?”
“It’s going to be alright, a little choppy but the captain assures me that he can get us there safely.
There’s a storm coming, but it won’t be here for a couple more hours and we’ve really got to get on the ship.
It’ll be worth it when you see the villa we’re staying at. Will you be a brave girl for me?”
Logically, I want to say hell no, I will not be brave.
That he can book us one of the nice hotels we drove past and we can stay here till the storm is over, but the omega side of me suffering from my faux heat?
That side is the one that wants approval from this alpha I’m attracted to, so yeah, I do want to be a brave girl for him.
It’s stupid, but right now, I want to make him happy and I can hardly resist a private villa. An omega can only be so strong.
“Okay. If it’s safe,” I say softly.
“That’s my girl. I have complete trust in the captain.”
“How far is the ride?” I ask, hoping he’s going to say it’s short.
“It’s not exactly close, but we’ll be there within the hour. We’ll have to go a little slower than we normally would, but we’ll be fine.”
We most certainly are not fine.
The choppy waters make for a rough ride; the constant rocking brings on a new wave of nausea.
I’ll be fine once we get there, and the ginger tea one of the ship’s stewards gave me helps.
The boat is well built and handles the storm as well as it can, until a tiny private island appears in the distance, and finally, we reach wherever we’re going.
It takes a few minutes to dock, but eventually, the captain lets us know we can depart.
Dark clouds rage above us and it lightly sprinkles. A short distance away, I can make out a gorgeous cream-colored three-story villa surrounded by cypress trees at the top of stone steps. I grab my travel bag and let Hunter lead me out.
Even though the weather is terrible, the property does look beautiful and I’m sure once I’m inside and dry, the excitement will return for this week alone with Hunter.
I did pack a small umbrella. It’s meant more for the sun, but at least it will keep me somewhat dry.
I place my bag on the wooden dock for one second, just enough time to pull out the umbrella and pop it open, but a violent gust of wind comes.
I stumble, and in the process, accidentally kick my bag into the water below.
“No!” I yell, dropping the umbrella, the urge to cry taking over.
The lock wasn’t secure and my bag is tossed around the waves, all of my belongings floating out. I’m seized with panic at everything that’s about to be destroyed or lost. My cellphone, books, jewelry, my makeup, medicines, and wallet are in that purse.
Hunter wastes no time jumping into the water, which only makes everything worse. The waves are choppy but he doesn’t stop trying to get as much as he can.