“You’re upset,” I observe.
She shakes her head. “Not upset. Just... overwhelmed. You’ve bought me so much stuff for me today. Clothes, shoes, makeup, perfume, and now this? I don’t understand why.”
“Because you’re our omega,” I say simply. “And nothing is too good for you.”
The rest of the day, we move from boutique to boutique, watching her try on designer clothes and select the ones she likes. Her initial protests gradually faded as the day wore on, replaced by cautious enjoyment. The sheer joy on her face when she found something she loved was worth every penny spent.
“You’re starting to relax,” Lorenzo notes as we walk toward the food court. “This morning, you looked ready to bolt every time we suggested buying you something.”
Anya laughs softly, the sound making my cock stir in my pants. “I’m still not used to it. Where I come from, you don’t just... buy people diamond necklaces on a whim.”
“Get used to it,” I tell her, unable to resist brushing a strand of hair from her face. “This is just the beginning.”
Later, seated in one of the resort’s finest restaurants, I watch Anya savor a bite of truffle pasta, her eyes closing in pleasure. The candlelight casts a golden glow on her skin, making her look ethereal like an angel.
“This is incredible,” she says, opening her eyes and smiling at us both. “I’ve never had food like this before.”
“You like it?” Lorenzo asks, pleased.
“I love it.” She sets down her fork, her expression growing serious. “I want you both to know how much I appreciate everything today. I’ve never felt so cared for in my entire life.”
Her words create a warm pressure in my chest. It makes me want to do even more for her.
“Eat,” I encourage, pushing her plate closer. “You need your strength.”
She obeys, taking another bite, and I imagine her obeying me in other ways—spread naked on my bed, her thighs open and welcoming as I taste her, tease her, make her beg. My cock hardens at the thought, and I shift in my seat to ease the pressure.
“Would you like a massage later?” I ask casually, watching her reaction.
She pauses with her fork halfway to her mouth, her pupils dilating slightly. “A massage?”
“Yes. We have a spa at the mansion. I’m quite skilled at working out tension.”
A blush spreads across her cheeks, but she nods. “Yes, that sounds nice.”
The thought of my hands on her bare skin, working the tension from her muscles, perhaps letting my fingers stray to more intimate areas, is almost too much to contemplate without cumming in public.
I take a long sip of wine to distract myself.
“Excuse me,” Anya says, pushing back her chair. “I need to use the restroom.”
As she walks away, her red dress swaying enticingly, I can’t help but follow her with my eyes until she disappears around a corner.
“She seems happier,” Lorenzo observes, topping off his wine glass. “More at ease with us.”
“She’s starting to trust us,” I agree. “We need to take it slower with her than the others might prefer. She was raised by humans. She learned courtship and their ways from them. We need to respect that.”
“You’re getting soft,” Lorenzo teases. “Next thing you know, you’ll be writing her love songs.”
“Fuck off,” I say, just as my phone buzzes with an incoming text.
Ryker
How’s your day with our omega? Showing her a good time?
I type back quickly:
Yes. At dinner now. She’s gone to the bathroom.
