Page 21 of Isla

You’re here Isla, all those alpha cocks you can ride. Maybe a threesome, or more... Find out what Tilly likes about having a pack.

I cancelled my current hotel and clicked on the booking page for the Omega Island resort and reserved my room for what I hoped was going to be the best time of my life.

Laughing lightly to myself as I shut the screen, but squeaked and jumped as a throat cleared next to me.

My attention turned to Harrison, and more importantly, to the plate of cookies he was holding, and I grinned.

“You are the sweetest. Did you send food to my room last night with a salad and chocolate cake?”

He shook his head and smiled. “Can I join you?” he asked. He was wearing a baseball hat, tee-shirt and shorts, and a pair of aviator sunglasses. I thought he looked gorgeous in his suit yesterday, but now I could see his ripped thighs and muscular arms, but as he took off his tee-shirt, it was the V at the bottom of his six-pack that had me drooling and I had to rein in the need to lick his abs.

“Are you on a break?” I asked.

“I’ve got the day off,” he said, holding a bottle of champagne. “And I thought I would spend it with you.” His voice was husky, and I wanted to curl underneath his arm as I listened to him. I shifted to my right, giving him room to join me on the bed.

“Have you eaten?” he asked, taking a seat.

“I’m about to eat these,” I said, staring at the cookies.

“Proper food.”

He poured me a glass of champagne, and I shook my head. I kept glancing at Harrison, but that was fine because he kept glancing at me. “I’m not that hungry.”

“You need to eat. I’ll order something,” he said.

I realised Harrison was quite bossy, but I forgave him because he was nice with it and obviously because he was gorgeous. His light brown hair, tanned skin and beautiful eyes that were espresso brown with a hint of green.

Ten minutes later and a platter turned up at the cabana, filled with a variety of crudites and hummus, burger sliders and fries and too many dips.

Far too much food for two people.

A fruit platter turned up next, and I laughed at the banquet placed on the table beside us. “Is this for everybody here?” I asked, laughing.

Harrison stood and closed the curtains that screened the open end of the cabana as I sat up on the bed and crossed my legs. Reaching over to take a carrot and a large dollop of hummus. I took a nibble as I watched as Harrison removed his cap and sunglasses, and now I really saw those beautiful almond-shaped eyes.

“You’re spending your day off with me. Do you live far away from the hotel?” I asked.

“No, very close,” he said. “Are you still bitter about your wedding?”

I shook my head. “He wasn’t right for me. I let him railroad me. My stupid omega brain let the alpha dominate me. Which is stupid because I’m not really like that.”

“You can’t fight your biology,” Harrison said.

I raised my eyes to the ceiling of the cabana. “Tell me about it. I’m just glad the hairdresser was there and helped me to escape.”

“Me too.” He laughed, it was deep and hearty, and I smiled. I was in trouble because he was an alpha and I could get addicted to that sound.

He smiled at me as his hand reached to my hair, and he started playing with a lock, turning it over and over in his fingers.

“Your hair is like silk,” he said.

“That feels nice,” I said, chasing his hand, wanting him to touch my face.

His eyes stared into mine, and I knew this could be the start of a holiday romance, but also that I shouldn’t treat it as anything else, but I wanted to get to know him better.

“Are you single?” I asked.

My question surprised me and him too, by the look of the expression that flickered across his face.

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