“Whoa,” she sighs. “If you could get a medal for eating pussy, I’d give you gold.”
Pride floods my chest, my inner alpha embracing the compliment. There’s nothing better than receiving the praise and approval of your omega.
“We should get you back to shore.” I look up. There’s still some cloud coverage, but I can see that they’ll thin out to a crystal-clear sky soon which will make the swim particularly grueling.
She pouts down at my cock that’s swollen from arousal. “So I don’t get to make you come?”
“Let’s call it an IOU.”
Taking advantage of her post-orgasmic haze, I hurry over to the island’s edge. “Race you!”
“Oh, no, you don’t!” Chasing after me, it’s clear that her competitive spirit has been ignited once again. “If you thoughtthat giving me multiple orgasms was going to give you an advantage, you’re dead wrong.”
She gracefully dives off and starts swimming, arms moving in purposeful, long strokes while I paddle after her. I could probably go faster, but I’d rather keep my eyes on her.
Victorious, Sabs leaps out at the other end onto the sand, punching the air before holding out her hand to help me up. My limbs ache from exhaustion, but I have no complaints. In fact, I couldn’t be happier as we trek back to our abandoned picnic.
I rummage around in my bag until I manage to find a second compact, foldable blanket for us to pat ourselves down with. I let Sabs towel off first, and by the time she’s done, I’m already dry.
I can’t help feeling disappointed as she pulls her dry clothes back on and settles down on the picnic blanket.
“Here.” I pass her another protein bar. “ I’m sure you’ve worked up an appetite.”
“You’re the one who put in all the work,” she replies cheekily.
I laugh, putting my arm around her as she nuzzles into me.
“Seriously, though.” Her tone turns serious. “That thing you were doing with your tongue. That’s basically some monster-level shit.”
“Monster-level?” Confusion sweeps over me.
“You know.” She flippantly waves her wrist. “Think basilisks with forked tongues. Delilah got me a monster smut book for my birthday, and I’m kinda into it.”
“Monster smut, noted.” I burst out laughing. “I’ll have to replace my books on hiking trails so I can do some extra, uh, research.”
“I’ve already done plenty of research on the mechanics of how I’d make a sex toy with tentacles and a pleasurable tail. But don’t worry, I’m perfectly happy with what you’re packing.” She looks down at my pants, her tongue trailing along her lips. “And I love how much you like to watch.”
My breathing hitches up a notch, remembering the first time we were together with Adler.
“You don’t think it’s,” I wince, “creepy?”
“Of course not.” She frowns. “I freaking loved putting on a show for you. It was hot as hell.”
“A girl I hooked up with before thought it was weird because I mentioned having a fantasy about…”
“About what?” she presses. “Hey, you know I like monster smut and the idea of dragons with twenty-inch dicks, so nothing you say now could shock me.”
“Maybe making a movie.” I raise a shoulder. “So I can watch myself afterward. Just something that I would watch when I’m missing you. No one else would ever see it, unless you wanted to share it with the pack.”
“I’d love that. With an ass like mine, I was made to be filmed.” My cock twitches at the puff of her cherry scent, filling the air. “And maybe we’d show the others, if they’re nice.”
“How did I get so lucky?” I breathe her in. “I know we haven’t known each other for that long, but I feel so?—”
“Comfortable?” She finishes my sentence for me. “Me too. I didn’t think it would feel so natural.”
“I guess that’s what it’s like to be scent matches.”
My heart swells when Sabs smiles up at me. There’s no doubt in my mind that she was made for us.
