Page 54 of Packing for Vacation

“Half! That bottle is huge!”

“That’s not the only thing that is. Remember, hydrated girls squirt more,” I call over my shoulder, already heading for the bathroom, Lizzie’s laughter echoing through the house.

I lower Lizzie into the bath, the relief on her face scratching a particular itch in my brain. It feels good to make her happy, to give my omega what she needs. She sinks low in the water, closing her eyes as I wash her hair, then watches me with a hooded gaze as I use a cloth to wash the rest of her.

“Are you trying to tease me?”

I try—and fail—to keep a straight face as I touch everything but her nipples and her pussy. “No.”

She flicks me with water. I splash her back, and suddenly we’re kissing, her wet hands sliding underneath the hem of my shirt.

“I need to shower,” I murmur against her neck. She tastes like the sweetest dessert.

“I’ll join you.”

“You should enjoy your bath first.” She’ll slip into a full-blown heat soon. I want her to relax before then, but she shakes her head.

“You strip and join me in here. We’ll make it fit.”

“That’s what she said.”

“That is what I say every time you and Scott…” She doesn’t bother finishing her sentence, and she doesn’t need to. I take off my clothes and step in behind her, lowering myself in slowly, caging her body with my legs. She leans back against my chest, sighing.

“Good?”

“Yeah,” she answers after a long pause, her eyes closed. “I can feel it coming on properly.”

“Is there anything you need us to know before it starts?” We’ve had this conversation before. Scott often comes across as a bit of a jokester outside of work, but he’s even more of a stickler for rules than I am, and had somehow obtained copies of both a sexual preferences form and a consent form from one of the heat clinic chains. We’d gone through them both last week, discussing preferences and hard limits, and everything in between.

“Just no degradation, but you already know that.”

I sluice water over her bare shoulder and watch the way it runs down between her heavy breasts. “That's not my style, anyway. I don't know how anyone could ever say anything bad about you when you're so beautiful inside and out.”

She gives the tiniest shake of her head.

“You are, Lizzie.”

“What about you?”

“What about me?”

She gently bumps the back of her head against my sternum. “Anything else to discuss? Sexual preferences or…”

“One day I want to fuck your tits,” I admit, staring down at her breasts, only partially obscured by bubbles. They’re just so fucking perfect. “It doesn't have to be during this heat.”

“I mean it depends on where you'd come,” she answers. “I don't like wastage when I'm in heat. I want the cum in me, not on me.”

I smile against the top of her head. These sorts of discussions would have seemed ludicrous to me prior to revealing as an alpha, now it’s just par for the course. “An important distinction. I’m glad I said something.”

“I just…” Her voice is small, her breath catching before she can speak any further. I wrap my hand over hers, squeezing gently, and wait for her to find the words she needs. “I just want to feel like I’m… like I’m good the way I am, that my heat is right for you and Scott, that I don’t…”

I have to work hard to stay outwardly calm, because none of my anger is directed at her, and the last thing I’m going to do is startle my omega in the last flighty moments before her heat truly sets in, but if her old pack were here right now…

“You’re perfect, Lizzie. I mean it. You’re perfect in every way. Your body. Your mind. Your heart. I promise you, we’re going to make you feel good, and we’re going to make sure you know you deserve every ounce of pleasure, every compliment, because you do, because it’s true.”

She nods quietly, and I let her have this silence, purring for her but saying nothing else about the matter. I’ve seen her like this before. She’s holding back tears, and that’s what I hate about her history. Not that she’s had a prior pack—we all have baggage—but that they tore her down the way they did.

Eventually, she relaxes fully, tilting her head back to meet my gaze. “Scott’s taking a while.”