Page 29 of Omega Island
I couldn’t stop my frown. “Is that a yes or a no?”
“I’m not saying no.”
The water rippled around us.
“No pressure.” I had to reassure him now that I had him hooked, because I really wanted him to come with me to my bed. More than anything. “If nothing else, the back massages help. And half the battle is already fought.”
“What do you mean?”
I looked down at myself. “You’ve already seen me naked.”
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Raimi
His body shimmered in a beauty and light that was pure eroticism, the scent, the clenching of muscles beneath shining bronze skin, the way he tried to keep himself away from me while at the same time pulling me in. Of course I wanted him.
Naked beside me, this stunning omega who had the weight of the island on his shoulders and who spoke to me like I was a real human being, and not a fucked up, scarred wreck, had just asked me to his home.
My father had instilled manners in me from olden days. His generation wasn’t as open and didn’t talk so much about heats and ruts and feelings. They were private, with cycles of secrecy that they thought was protective but probably wasn’t as healthy as they thought it was.
If Senta was in no condition to consent, that was it. That was how I was taught. I would not take one more step toward him.
But my massage had helped him. And he wanted more. He had just said, “No pressure.”
I liked that about him. More youthful omegas might squirm and beg. And alphas who thought only with their cocks often took them for a heat and then walked away. I wasn’t like that. Or maybe I was when I was very young. But not now. After Straten, where I’d stayed faithful much longer than was good for me, I knew I was the loyal type.
No pressure.
Easy to say if emotions didn’t come into play.
Senta was already attempting to rise from the water, still naked, gleaming and enticing to my alpha side, but the gentle spirit of him appealing to my heart.
“Hold on, let me help.” I stood up.
His nakedness distracted me for a moment. His erection stuck straight out from his lean body, his cock longer and bigger than most omegas I’d seen or been with. Water dripped from it. And down his flat chest and narrow waist, over his thighs, all of it puddling at his feet. I wanted to catch that water, keep it close. It would be sweet, I knew, just like his scent which floated over and around me now, stronger than ever.
I jumped forward, running to the lounge chair to grab his sarong and coming back to wrap it around him.
He looked up at me like he’d just woken from a dream. “Thanks.”
“I’ll grab mine. Stay there. Don’t try to walk yet.” I was so afraid he’d fall.
“I’m fine.”
“Uh, no.” I ran to get my sarong and hastily tied it around my waist, hissing as I brushed my erect cock in the process. I hadn’t noticed how desperate my own situation was. All my attention was on him. But I felt like I was so backed up I’d come at word. Or a glance.
When I got back to him, I lifted his arm across my shoulders, my own arm around his waist. “We’ll go slow,” I said.
“My phone,” he said.
I turned to see it on the table next to mine. I left him once again to grab them both and brought his to him. He did not reach to take it but instead said, “Open it. Go to my contacts. Under transport you’ll find the words golf cart. Press the call number.”
“Right. A golf cart. That will be much easier than walking. Okay.”
By the time we reached the poolside gate, the golf cart was waiting. It was painted blue and had a little purple canopy over it. The driver turned to look at us, calm and pleasant. “Destination?”
“My home, please,” Senta replied.
