“I don’t think so.” I took her tiny bikini and pulled it up her legs, trapping my cum beneath the thin fabric. She protested, pushing herself to a seated position. That gave me the opportunity to pull her bikini top on, tying it around her back.
She whirled to face me, her cheeks flushed and eyes bright. Before she could say anything, I pulled the dress she’d chosen over her. It was a light, gauzy blue fabric with a plunging neckline. I leaned forward to kiss her pouty lips. “You match the islands in this,” I said, tugging on her white hair.
“I’m all sticky,” she said with a frown. The fact that she wasn’t protesting more, wasn’t pushing past me to go to the bathroom, told me my omega fucking loved having my scent on her.
“Don’t worry, gorgeous. We’ll be in the water soon enough.” I pulled her to me, giving her another dirty kiss. “Now we’re officially late. Let’s go.”
I wrapped my arm around her waist, leading her out of the hotel so we could meet the yacht at the port.
The wind whippedthrough my hair as we sailed to a hidden cove on a small Greek island. Westin leaned her head on my shoulder, laughing as the spray of the waves crashed over us.
The blueness of the sky, the sparkle of the sun across the water, and the feel of my girl against me was the definition of perfection. I pressed a kiss to the top of her head, filled to the brim with a kind of joy I wasn’t sure I’d ever felt before.
We dropped anchor in the cove, the only boat there. Westin stripped off her dress and jumped into the sea from the back of the boat, the sound of her laughter echoing across the water. I jumped in after her because I would follow her anywhere.
We swam and floated, our limbs tangled together underneath the water. Her eyes were bright as she wrapped her legs around me, pressing her salty lips to mine. I gripped her hair, forcing her head back as I licked the salt off her throat.
“I love you,” I said between kisses, the words coming as easily as breathing.
“I love you, too,” she said without hesitation. I closed my eyes, soaking it all in.
We swam to a small beach, letting the sun dry us as we walked along the water’s edge.
“Thank you for introducing me to your family,” Westin said, leaning into my side.
“They love you,” I said, and then I chuckled. “You’re probably their favorite over me at this point.”
She rolled her eyes, but I wasn’t kidding. My mom was completely taken with Westin. She kept texting me, asking for updates on how she was doing.
I cleared my throat, trying to find the right way to ask my question. “Have you thought about where you want to live, gorgeous?”
Westin stopped, turning to face me. “What do you mean?” Her brow furrowed as she tilted her head back to meet my gaze.
I cupped her face, her skin sandy against my hand. “We could stay in Sol if you wanted. Things are freer there for omegas.”
Westin bit her lip. “Oh.” She turned to look out at the horizon and I moved my hand to her hips, pulling her flush to my body. I forced myself to stay quiet, to see what she had to say.
“But your job,” she finally said, turning back to me. “Is that what you want, to return to Sol?”
“I want to know what you want, darling. As cheesy as it sounds, I’ll be happy as long as I’m with you.”
A smile tugged at her lips as she wrapped her arms around my neck. “You’re right. That did sound cheesy.” She rested her head against my chest, and I was content to hold her. I’d learned that Westin needed time to process… needed time to voice what she truly wanted after years of shrinking her own needs.
“Sol would be easier in some ways,” she finally said. Her breath skated across my skin with every word. “But we have our lives in Luna, and part of me doesn’t want to give up on it. We might actually get somewhere with omega rights if we stick around.”
“Luna it is, then,” I murmured. I resisted telling her I already had a list of available houses on my computer for us to look at when we returned. It might be too much for my skittish omega right now, but I was ready to have a pack home together. There was no one else I wanted to fall asleep with, no one who could perfect my mornings like her. The alphas had become brothers to me as well. This was the family I imagined when I was younger and was first introduced to the concept of packs. Our family might be messier than I’d imagined, but also more beautiful.
We returned to the water, swimming until it was time for lunch. We ate on the boat and then sailed to another island, where the rest of our pack waited. But first, I had a final question to ask my omega.
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Ifinished blow-drying my hair on the boat before pulling on the dress Henry had gotten me to wear to dinner. My guys were taking every opportunity to give me gifts, and it made my omega giddy. The dress was stunning—it had a flowing floor-length skirt in shimmering ombre grays I knew would catch the island wind. He’d also gotten me a jeweled floral headband that looked like a delicate tiara. I smiled as I placed it on my head.
I lifted the skirt as I made my way to the top of the boat where my beta was waiting. Henry turned when he heard me coming, the look of awe in his eyes filling me with warmth.
“Wow.” He quickly crossed the space between us. “You look like an angel.”
