Page 55 of Packing for Vacation

“He’ll be getting the dog sorted, don’t worry. He’s definitely not missing this.”

“He’s going to miss the start. I can feel the haze setting in.”

“Can you?” I whisper. She doesn’t answer. She doesn’t have to. If her body is designed to go into heat, then mine is designed to recognise it. She continues to stare up at me, her pupils dilating and her breath quickening ever so slightly. She’s smelled fucking amazing the entire time, she’s already been letting off plenty of heat pheromones, but she perfumes now and it doesn’t even matter that her pussy is underwater because the sweet, ripe scent leaks from her pores. I drop my head, pressing my nose to the gland on her neck, breathing in deep, my tongue out to lick the taste of her heat off her skin, letting her altered state alter me. I was hard before but now the urge to fuck her is almost unbearable, and I’ve never been so aware of my knot as I am right now.

But I’m going to make this good for her. I’m going to make sure she gets worshipped like the goddess that she is, and so I start slow, smoothing my hands over her skin, up her thighs, over the soft curve of her stomach, up to the underside of her breasts. She makes a desperate, pleading whine when I finally touch her nipples, her gaze still locked with mine as I circle and pinch them, and this might just be the most erotic moment I’ve ever experienced in my life.

It’s worth the torture of delayed gratification, and I’m just thinking about how impressed I am that she’s managing to hold out for so long while in heat when she suddenly digs her nails into my thighs and hisses “If you don’t fuck me now I’m going to die.”

“Well we can’t have that, now can we?” I move quickly, getting us both out of the bath, wrapping in a towel, and carrying her up the stairs to her nest. She drags me over the threshold, dropping her towel on the floor as she pulls me over to the mattress. She collapses backwards, pulling me down on top of her, her legs already spread wide, and it’s so easy to push into her wet heat. We both groan at the contact, her heels pressing into my back, drawing me even deeper.

“Fuck, you feel good,” I growl against her hair, pulling back slowly and thrusting in deep. “You want my knot, little omega?”

“Right now!”

There’s going to be plenty of time for long sex sessions over the next handful of days, but right now my balls feel like they’re about to explode, and if she wants to be knotted I’m happy to give it to her. I fuck into her hard and fast, chasing my own release, knowing that with her in this state she’s pretty much guaranteed to orgasm as soon as I knot her. She clings to me, nails digging into my back, and when I do knot her she shouts, coming around me like I knew she would, the best fucking feeling as I shoot my load into her.

It’s only when we’re done and I’m half collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily, that I realise we have an audience. Scott hovers in the doorway, knowing better than to enter into the nest without express permission. I roll us so that Lizzie is on top, my knot still firmly in place in her cunt, and when she still doesn’t notice I nod in the direction of the door. “Your other alpha is here.”

“Oh. Come in.”

“How are you feeling?”

She nods breathlessly at his question, and I’m struck by how beautiful she is, cheeks flushed pink, her blonde hair damp and messy, her lips plump and biteable.

“Yeah?” Scott is saying, stripping off his clothes, tossing his shirt into the nest. She snags it, stretching out over me to tuck it partially under one of her blankets, the arrangement no doubt making sense in her mind.

“Do you need more?” Scott asks her, his hand on his cock, zero subtlety present. Lizzie opens her mouth obligingly, not even having to say a word before he kneels and feeds her his dick, her eyes fluttering shut as she deep throats him.

There’s not much more to do when we’re already knotted, but I move my hands to her arse, kneading her flesh, pressing her to me even further, grinding against her clit. She moans around her mouthful of Scott, coming again a moment later, Scott fisting her hair and taking control, growling “That’s right, take it like a good girl,” a moment before he comes.

She does. She’s the perfect omega. She takes everything we give her, always with a smile on her face.

It may be summer, but the air is still chilly outside. I hit call, choosing the video option out of habit and regretting it the instant my daughter’s beautiful face fills the screen. I should have thought about this more because I don’t really need to see her reaction to my news.

“Hey Dad, what’s up? Why are you standing in the dark?”

“I’m outside. It’s a long story. So hey, about Christmas.” Her face falls, and I hate it. I barely ever cancel on my kid, and the guilt I have about this is overwhelming. “Bubs, you know I’ve never not seen you on Christmas day, but this year there’s extenuating factors.”